"I love you. I love you. I love you. See: nothing" I'm crying at how much this hurts but I cannot help but be thankful for art that can make its way right through and into me.
I've heard several different recordings of Phil preforming this poem, and this has always been my favorite. It was the first version I heard, and I ended up memorizing the sound of his voice, the motions of his hands. It's so special to me and my favorite version.
Same! I think I've come across some versions of him performing this poem and this one has to be my favourite. There's just something about the way he delivered it.
I actually performed this on our Literature class as part of our final exam.. My teacher gave me perfect score.. thank you so much for this work of art.. It was like I was a different person performing on stage.. This piece is amazing I felt the emotion when I was on stage.
I too have a stutter and sometimes I try to say a word ten times, stop and give up then say you know what I mean. But I found that if I alter my voice to the point it is no longer my own, I no longer have a stutter. I tell my friends this, and they ask me to speak in my real voice and I say "I no longer know how"
yaimiana I wish I could send you some love, strength, or at least a hug. I can only give you this: Take a deep breath, smile, be strong, because you can… and if you don’t: write a poem, do some music, paint a picture, run down the streets, scream into a forest, let it all out…and then be strong again. Try to find yourself again and if you can’t; reinvent yourself and find another self, but be that with all your heart, don’t just fake it till you make it. Your friends will understand one day and if they don’t, you can always find new ones. I did that too to get rid of my anxiety, it worked for me. I’m still a little awkward sometimes, but it’s ok. I wish you the best. With Love, a girl from switzerland
Ironically about a year ago I listened to this poem almost everyday and I fear that the slam I thought was so powerful it began loose its meaning now it has an entirely new meaning to me
I remember the bed, floating there apart, apart, apart, apart my mother taught me this trick if you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning for example homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework see, nothing "our existence" she says is the same way. you watch the sunset too often it just becomes 6pm you make the same mistake over and over you'll stop calling it a mistake if you just wake up, wake up,wake up,wake up,wake up,wake up,wake up, you'll forget why "nothing is forever" she said my parents left each other when i was 7 years old. before their last argument they sent me off to the neighbors house like some astronaut jettison from the shuttle when i came back there was no gravity in my home beds floating i imagined it as an accident then when i left they whispered i love you so many times over they forgot what it meant family, family, family, family, family, family my mother taught me this trick that if you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning this became my favorite game it made the sting of words evaporate seperation, seperation, seperation see, nothing apart, apart, apart see, nothing im an injured handyman now i work with words all day shut up i know the irony when i was young i was taught the trick to dominating language was breaking it down, convincing it that it was worthless i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you see, nothing soon after my parents divorce i developed a stutter fate is a cruel and efficient tutor there is no escape in stutter you feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throats,s,s,s,seperation stutter is a cage made of mirrors every "are you ok" every "what'd you say" every "cmon kid spit it out" is a glaring reflection you cannot escape, every terrible moment skips upon its own announcement over and over until it just hangs there, floating in the middle of the room mom, dad, I'm not wasteful with my words anymore even after hundreds of hours practicing away my stutter i still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat i heard that even in space, you can hear the scratching of an i, i, i, i, i, i , i , i love you (source for bibliography)
I cried the first time I watched this video. I am crying now. This poem fit me perfectly. I loved everything about it. There are no words enough to describe how this made me feel. There are no words enough to give this poem the justice it deserves.
I think he meant that to dominate language he "needed to break it down, convincing it was worthless" which sounds contradictory, since he works with words. Or maybe it's because of his stutter: he performs words but can't properly pronounce them
It's been 8 years since I first saw this, and in those 8 years I have reached the point where I just wake up just because I woke up. I hope I can find meaning in life again.
This poem hit me so hard the first time i heard it because of how close his story is to my own. My parents split when i was eight, and the repetition trick is one i've known well for years. Also, i have a slight stutter whenever I get excited or don't pay close attention to, or concentrate on, what i'm saying. He describes everything so perfectly that this poem is painful to listen to. But i love it.
Even though I do not know much about poems and analysis of poems, I felt touched by the poem. Even without analyzing every word, I could feel the emotions vividly and the frustration of knowing what one means but having the physical repetition / stuttering of it take away its meaning. Hearing your story makes me reflect on my own life and makes me appreciate everything I’ve had.
I remember the bed just floating there. Apart, apart, apart, apart. My mother taught me this trick If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning For example: Homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework See, nothing Our existence, she said, is the same way. You watch the sun set too often, it just becomes 6 PM You make the same mistake over and over; you’ll stop calling it a mistake If you just wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, one day you’ll forget why Nothing is forever, she said My parents left each other when I was 7 years old Before their last argument they sent me off to the neighbor’s house, like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle. When I came back there was no gravity in our home, beds floating I imagined it as an accident, that when I left They whispered to each other “I love you” so many times over that they forgot what it meant Family, family, family, family, family, family My mother taught me this trick If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning This became my favorite game It made the sting of words evaporate. Separation, separation, separation; see, nothing Apart, apart, apart; see, nothing I am an injured handyman now I work with words all day Shut up, I know the irony! When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language was breaking it down Convincing it that it was worthless I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you; See, nothing Soon after my parents’ divorce, I developed a stutter Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor There is no escape in stutter You feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat S-s-s-separation Stutter is a cage made of mirrors Every “Are you ok?” Every “What’d you say?” Every “Come on kid, spit it out” Is a glaring reflection you cannot escape Every terrible moment skips upon its own announcement Over and over until it just hangs there, floating in the middle of the room Mom, Dad, I am not wasteful with my words anymore. Even now after hundreds of hours of practicing away my stutter, I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat. I have heard that even in space; You can hear the scratching of a I-I-I-I love you.
Around this time last year I memorised this because it meant so much to me. But now, I come back and it has a completely different meaning to me. I love this so much 😭
This has been imbedded so strongly in my life, I've watched it so many times over the years.. I can't get away from it haha. I'm not good with words but things like this speak volumes for me, if that makes any sense at all.
All the ones who ever went through a stutter stage can fully grasp this. Thanks so much for sharing it has made me look at presentation of how i present my poetry when the stuttering begins
He & Sarah performed at my high school today & I loved every minute of it. I watched them perform during my 1st & 3rd blocks & I wouldnt have minded watching there performance 1 more time. They're great :)
Id like to hug him but if i keep on hugging and hugging and hugging... I may forget why im doing it and lost its meaning. So deep, si sad and so true...
I've spent entire days watching spoken word poetry since I was first introduced to it. This was the first to literally set all my skin to goosebumps and send shivers down my spine.
I am in tears. this is so amazing. no one has ever understood as well as you do why for a while I had ocd... not even I understood it because my parents separated when I was too young to understand and the realization of it was so gradual that it caused me to want everything to stay the same. and if it wasn't right I would repeat it until it was.. I feel you there. doing those things over and over even if they were wrong gave me reason to let it go eventually. thank you
I think this has to be one of the best spoken word poems I've ever heard, definitely my favorite Phil Kaye poem. I wish I could see him perform this in person :o
I've repeated this poem over and over again but it has not yet lost its meaning.
Agreed
What's the meaning?
:o
@@polin1832 what the meaning of this poem
just can't put my finger on it
"If you just wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, one day you'll forget why." oh my god
When I left, they whispered "I love you" so many times over that they forgot what it meant
what did it mean? 😢
"I love you. I love you. I love you. See: nothing"
I'm crying at how much this hurts but I cannot help but be thankful for art that can make its way right through and into me.
I've heard several different recordings of Phil preforming this poem, and this has always been my favorite. It was the first version I heard, and I ended up memorizing the sound of his voice, the motions of his hands. It's so special to me and my favorite version.
Yes same here 🦋
True . Its my favourite too
Exactly the same
Same! I think I've come across some versions of him performing this poem and this one has to be my favourite. There's just something about the way he delivered it.
SAME!!!
"i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, see, nothing." that got to me.
"they whispered to each other 'I love you' so many times that they forgot what it meant"
I actually performed this on our Literature class as part of our final exam..
My teacher gave me perfect score.. thank you so much for this work of art.. It was like I was a different person performing on stage..
This piece is amazing I felt the emotion when I was on stage.
If you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up one day you'll forget why...
I too have a stutter and sometimes I try to say a word ten times, stop and give up then say you know what I mean. But I found that if I alter my voice to the point it is no longer my own, I no longer have a stutter. I tell my friends this, and they ask me to speak in my real voice and I say "I no longer know how"
Thats deep :o
***** Thank you.
yaimiana I wish I could send you some love, strength, or at least a hug. I can only give you this: Take a deep breath, smile, be strong, because you can… and if you don’t: write a poem, do some music, paint a picture, run down the streets, scream into a forest, let it all out…and then be strong again. Try to find yourself again and if you can’t; reinvent yourself and find another self, but be that with all your heart, don’t just fake it till you make it. Your friends will understand one day and if they don’t, you can always find new ones. I did that too to get rid of my anxiety, it worked for me. I’m still a little awkward sometimes, but it’s ok. I wish you the best. With Love, a girl from switzerland
Chocolate Coffeebean thank you
Feel Kaye.
Hahahaha XD Phil..Feel...
Sorry it's 7:34 am and I haven't slept.
WHY IS THIS NOT POPULAR YET I WANT EVERY FREAKING LINE TATTOOED ON MY SKIN GHAD
Ironically about a year ago I listened to this poem almost everyday and I fear that the slam I thought was so powerful it began loose its meaning now it has an entirely new meaning to me
Damn. This really made me cry. My parents got divorced when I was very young. I developed a stutter right after.
3rd place? I can't imagine two better poems
I remember the bed, floating there
apart, apart, apart, apart
my mother taught me this trick
if you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
for example
homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework
see, nothing
"our existence" she says
is the same way.
you watch the sunset too often it just becomes 6pm
you make the same mistake over and over
you'll stop calling it a mistake
if you just
wake up, wake up,wake up,wake up,wake up,wake up,wake up,
you'll forget why
"nothing is forever" she said
my parents left each other when i was 7 years old.
before their last argument they sent me off to the neighbors house
like some astronaut jettison from the shuttle
when i came back there was no gravity in my home
beds floating
i imagined it as an accident
then when i left they whispered
i love you
so many times over they forgot what it meant
family, family, family, family, family, family
my mother taught me this trick that if you repeat something over and over again
it loses its meaning
this became my favorite game
it made the sting of words evaporate
seperation, seperation, seperation
see, nothing
apart, apart, apart
see, nothing
im an injured handyman now
i work with words all day
shut up i know the irony
when i was young i was taught the trick to dominating language was
breaking it down, convincing it that it was worthless
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you
see, nothing
soon after my parents divorce
i developed a stutter
fate is a cruel and efficient tutor
there is no escape in stutter
you feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throats,s,s,s,seperation
stutter is a cage made of mirrors
every "are you ok" every "what'd you say" every "cmon kid spit it out"
is a glaring reflection you cannot escape, every terrible moment skips upon its own announcement
over and over until it just hangs there, floating in the middle of the room
mom, dad, I'm not wasteful with my words anymore
even after hundreds of hours practicing away my stutter
i still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat
i heard that even in space, you can hear the scratching of an
i, i, i, i, i, i , i , i love you
(source for bibliography)
I cried the first time I watched this video. I am crying now.
This poem fit me perfectly. I loved everything about it. There are no words enough to describe how this made me feel. There are no words enough to give this poem the justice it deserves.
Shelley Vvi You never cried before...?
@@dta1ego3ofmyguitar i think they meant they cried when they first watched this video
I am an injured handy man now, I work with words all day
horsecrazy2266 I couldn't understand this line. explain it to me, please?
I think he meant that to dominate language he "needed to break it down, convincing it was worthless" which sounds contradictory, since he works with words.
Or maybe it's because of his stutter: he performs words but can't properly pronounce them
It's been 8 years since I first saw this, and in those 8 years I have reached the point where I just wake up just because I woke up. I hope I can find meaning in life again.
10 months after, I hope you're still finding your meaning and appreciate all the little things that come your way.
This poem hit me so hard the first time i heard it because of how close his story is to my own. My parents split when i was eight, and the repetition trick is one i've known well for years. Also, i have a slight stutter whenever I get excited or don't pay close attention to, or concentrate on, what i'm saying. He describes everything so perfectly that this poem is painful to listen to. But i love it.
the dance music at the end tho....
Things like this restore my faith in humanity.
Patrish yes
repeated this probably over one thousand times and still hasnt lost its meaning
irony
This my favourite thing ever.Every line is perfect
Even though I do not know much about poems and analysis of poems, I felt touched by the poem. Even without analyzing every word, I could feel the emotions vividly and the frustration of knowing what one means but having the physical repetition / stuttering of it take away its meaning. Hearing your story makes me reflect on my own life and makes me appreciate everything I’ve had.
Oh man I have chills
I remember the bed just floating there.
Apart, apart, apart, apart.
My mother taught me this trick
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
For example:
Homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework
See, nothing
Our existence, she said, is the same way.
You watch the sun set too often, it just becomes 6 PM
You make the same mistake over and over; you’ll stop calling it a mistake
If you just
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
one day you’ll forget why
Nothing is forever, she said
My parents left each other when I was 7 years old
Before their last argument they sent me off to the neighbor’s house,
like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle.
When I came back there was no gravity in our home, beds floating
I imagined it as an accident, that when I left
They whispered to each other “I love you” so many times over
that they forgot what it meant
Family, family, family, family, family, family
My mother taught me this trick
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
This became my favorite game
It made the sting of words evaporate.
Separation, separation, separation;
see, nothing
Apart, apart, apart;
see, nothing
I am an injured handyman now
I work with words all day
Shut up, I know the irony!
When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language
was breaking it down
Convincing it that it was worthless
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you;
See, nothing
Soon after my parents’ divorce, I developed a stutter
Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor
There is no escape in stutter
You feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat
S-s-s-separation
Stutter is a cage made of mirrors
Every “Are you ok?”
Every “What’d you say?”
Every “Come on kid, spit it out”
Is a glaring reflection you cannot escape
Every terrible moment skips upon its own announcement
Over and over until it just hangs there,
floating in the middle of the room
Mom, Dad,
I am not wasteful with my words anymore.
Even now after hundreds of hours of practicing away my stutter,
I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat.
I have heard that even in space;
You can hear the scratching of a
I-I-I-I love you.
I am practically in love with Phil Kaye now.
Around this time last year I memorised this because it meant so much to me. But now, I come back and it has a completely different meaning to me. I love this so much 😭
This hit so close to home . . .
I repeat this poem so many times but it doesn't lose its meaning. It's truly wonderful!
my favorite poem by him, makes me cry everytime i listen to it
Yep. I'm crying.
This has been imbedded so strongly in my life, I've watched it so many times over the years.. I can't get away from it haha. I'm not good with words but things like this speak volumes for me, if that makes any sense at all.
All the ones who ever went through a stutter stage can fully grasp this. Thanks so much for sharing it has made me look at presentation of how i present my poetry when the stuttering begins
Still my favorite
Your mother's trick isn't foolproof. I watched this 5 times and it's still magical.
I always end up coming back to this
caught them last night. amazing.
coming back after years and this is still my fav
It's poems like this that remind me why I decided to return to writing again in the first place. Great!
I just really love Phil Kaye's poetry.
He & Sarah performed at my high school today & I loved every minute of it. I watched them perform during my 1st & 3rd blocks & I wouldnt have minded watching there performance 1 more time. They're great :)
it is a bless thing that u can stand there. there were many people crying inside without anyone they can talk about it.
I will never stop watching this..
I'm so in love with this 😭😭😭
This is absolutely brilliant. It touches me every time I hear it.
Why does it make me cry every time?
this will forever be gold to me
This will stay with me forever
Made me cry, hit all at once, right at the end. Amazing
This brought tears to my eyes. This was beautiful
This is my absolute favorite!
To I've listened to this one thousand times is an understatement v.v
I cant get over this..
I can't get over this.
This is pure gold... Emotions flowing in every word.
This is everything.
“ Mom, Dad, I’m not wasteful with my words anymore”
Oh my gosh I had heard the first part of this poem in a quote a long time ago and I loved it, it's great to finally hear the rest of it
So moving and perfectly put!!!
this makes me weep. it tugs at my heart strings and relates to me more than anything i've ever heard.
That ending was absolutely beautiful. Brought a tear to my eye.
This is the best poetry I've heard from him.
This is absolutely spectacular
*tears* Thank you for this, empowering message, inspiring... *hug*
I love, absolutely love, how he self-references within poems. He builds up themes and winds them back together again at the end.
Everything about this piece is so precise, from the writing to the performance, its like the perfect spoken word poem.
Id like to hug him but if i keep on hugging and hugging and hugging... I may forget why im doing it and lost its meaning. So deep, si sad and so true...
I've spent entire days watching spoken word poetry since I was first introduced to it. This was the first to literally set all my skin to goosebumps and send shivers down my spine.
BRO I GOT CHILLS HOW DID HE DO THAT. HE IS AMAZING.
This is just amazing.
Much appreciation ...very moving and poweful piece!
That was incredible.
so beautiful
I am in tears. this is so amazing. no one has ever understood as well as you do why for a while I had ocd... not even I understood it because my parents separated when I was too young to understand and the realization of it was so gradual that it caused me to want everything to stay the same. and if it wasn't right I would repeat it until it was.. I feel you there. doing those things over and over even if they were wrong gave me reason to let it go eventually. thank you
Every line is beautiful
This touches my heart.
Phil Kaye is even better in person - I do love this poem. Brilliant from beginning to end.
even though it isn't the same situation you have given me a better understanding of my own life and I am forever appreciative of that.
" i imagined it as an accident, that while i was gone they whispered "i love you" so many times over they forgot what it meant. "
best line.
i love this poem so much
This is why I jpoined my school's speech and debate team. You are an amazing poetry writer, phil :)
Phil Kaye isn't graced with nearly as much appreciation and recognition as he deserves. such beautiful words.
This is beautiful. Wow.
Can I just please, just meet this man. This is one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard.
I think this has to be one of the best spoken word poems I've ever heard, definitely my favorite Phil Kaye poem. I wish I could see him perform this in person :o
Oh man it was heartbreaking! Such a beautiful piece.
Legitimately one of the most powerful poems I've ever heard in my life.
thank you
This is really beautiful.
Stunning
amazing
I loved it Phil
this is amazing!!!
amazing.
This is beautiful.. *cries*
wow, how excellent this is, how excellent!
Brought me to tears, i dont even know why bc ive never stuttered and i hardly cry at poems. But damn i felt that!
aww thankyou